Bastards of Young Lyrics

Intro: Fmaj7 C
Verse:
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
Chorus: Play the chorus like the intro
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Verse:
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
Chorus: Same as above
Bridge:
Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war?) to name us
Solo: Am, C, Am, G / Am, C, Am, G / F, G, C
Verse:
The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them
Chorus: Same as above